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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZOE PANTS!
Sorry I didn't call yesterday...me + phones + having to communicate when tired = no good. No good at all. And I'm going to try to send the stuff I bought you ages ago once I cash my check. I think I might be around zero for my bank balance-- and that's only because my mom sent me $200. Sometimes I think I'm managing my money really poorly, but I realize that I'm just really poor.
That's okay though. Part of being poor is treating yourself when you have money so that when you have absolutely nothing you have something to look forward to. Brett and I are going to go to dinner and a movie this weekend, and then it's back to nothing, nothing, nothing. Although, we have a lot of costume stuff to buy still. Cape fabric and zippers mostly.
And I'm starting to not really look forward to Halloween because last Halloween was really cold, and I wore all lycra. And that's happening again this year. Sure, the alcohol made me forget I was cold, but it sucked until I got drunk. SUCKED. And there's nothing you can put under lycra because it will show. And it's totally in the lower fifties at night. And. Ugh.
I've been in bad mood after bad mood lately, and I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I'm regularly communicating with my mom again...and I'm my mom's only person to confide in. The past few phone calls we've experienced have been me listening to her vent all of her frustrations over some foster kid that ran away to her house.
If you're interested in this stories and other stories like it...
...I'll have to write it out when I'm not supposed to start working now. Now. No. Now.
Sorry I didn't call yesterday...me + phones + having to communicate when tired = no good. No good at all. And I'm going to try to send the stuff I bought you ages ago once I cash my check. I think I might be around zero for my bank balance-- and that's only because my mom sent me $200. Sometimes I think I'm managing my money really poorly, but I realize that I'm just really poor.
That's okay though. Part of being poor is treating yourself when you have money so that when you have absolutely nothing you have something to look forward to. Brett and I are going to go to dinner and a movie this weekend, and then it's back to nothing, nothing, nothing. Although, we have a lot of costume stuff to buy still. Cape fabric and zippers mostly.
And I'm starting to not really look forward to Halloween because last Halloween was really cold, and I wore all lycra. And that's happening again this year. Sure, the alcohol made me forget I was cold, but it sucked until I got drunk. SUCKED. And there's nothing you can put under lycra because it will show. And it's totally in the lower fifties at night. And. Ugh.
I've been in bad mood after bad mood lately, and I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I'm regularly communicating with my mom again...and I'm my mom's only person to confide in. The past few phone calls we've experienced have been me listening to her vent all of her frustrations over some foster kid that ran away to her house.
If you're interested in this stories and other stories like it...
...I'll have to write it out when I'm not supposed to start working now. Now. No. Now.